Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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Antolo continued forward, unstoppable, and in the blink of an eye, he was only three hundred meters away from Ambrina.

At this moment, Ambrina also noticed that the emperor was approaching her, but instead of retreating, she went to meet him.

"I take back what I said before. Aren't you a tyrant?" the emperor said, looking straight ahead, even though in the chaos, Ambrina couldn't hear his voice at all.

Could a tyrannical ruler have such courage to charge into battle and face difficulties head-on?

Chapter 614 Oppression, Trump Card, No Surrender!

Soon, Antoro had arrived at a position less than a hundred meters away from Ambrina.

For a fifth-tier mage, if there are no obstacles, it would take less than two seconds to run 100 meters in place.

On the other side, Ambrina swung her club and sent an imperial mage who had appeared out of nowhere flying. Without even looking at him, she fired three more shots, her gaze fixed on a tall figure in the distance that exuded constant pressure. "Looks like I can admit this guy isn't trash."

How could trash exert such pressure? At this moment, Ambrina's hands and legs were trembling, and her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would jump out of her chest.

Ambrina has combat experience. She has conducted thousands of real combat drills with Isabel, Ashley, and Grand. The trio is a highly skilled assassination team. Moreover, Isabel is extremely serious and never holds back against her own sister. In addition, Ambrina herself is a ruthless person who doesn't care about human life. This is why she was able to react quickly, knock the flying assassin away, and finish him off cleanly.

But she was still afraid when facing Emperor Antoro, even though it was part of the plan.

"Stop him!" shouted the leader of the mage corps from the Kingdom of Fas.

The way a mage stops an opponent is not by rushing in, but by spreading out and using magic from a distance to bombard the target.

But no one expected that the emperor would disappear from sight in an instant. The bunch of spells they launched at once failed to hit the emperor, but only scattered the people around the emperor's previous position.

At this moment, the emperor was flying in the air, with huge white eagle wings on his back. His body was still that of a red lion, but a huge eagle beak had appeared on his face, making him look like a griffin.

Even his confidants were unaware that the Emperor possessed an extremely rare multiple summons; in addition to the lion, he also had a white eagle.

The signature move of a summoning magic user is to merge with their summoned creatures, and after merging with two summoned creatures, he becomes the griffin in his current form.

In a single leap, he was already in front of Ambrina.

Ambrina reacted quickly, wielding her machine gun to block the Emperor's pair of magic-dispelling maces. However, the Emperor was a fifth-tier cultivator, whose speed, strength, and skill far surpassed hers. She managed to block the first blow while fully focused, but when the Emperor released the magic-dispelling mace with one hand and threw a second punch, she couldn't even react.

It was fast, too fast. A horizontal swing punch landed on Ambrina's left cheek. The immense force shattered her helmet, deformed her face, and sent her flying to the right. As she flew, Ambrina crashed into a group of soldiers, landed on the ground, rolled around a dozen times, and finally stopped.

"Your Majesty!" the people of the Kingdom of Fas shouted.

Emperor Antoro crouched slightly to gather his strength, then leaped into the air, heading straight for Ambrina, intending to finish her off. Killing her was unnecessary, but beating her half to death and then capturing her was no problem.

But at that moment, Ambrina, who was lying on the ground almost motionless, with a large swelling on one side of her face and blood flowing from the corners of her mouth and eyes, twitched her little finger.

The next instant, the emperor, who was only a step away from Ambrina, and Ambrina herself disappeared before everyone's eyes.

In the blink of an eye, the emperor found himself in another world.

Ambrina, her hands gripping the table, stood up shakily. Half her face was swollen, and she couldn't even open her left eye. Her breath trembled as she said, "Welcome to my banquet restaurant."

"Here, anyone who uses magic will suffer a backlash, and attacking will deplete their own life force."

“We can have a proper talk now,” Ambrina said with a smile.

There are two prerequisites for bringing someone closer: first, she must acknowledge the other person; second, she must have physical contact with them.

From the very beginning, Ambrina's plan was to bring the emperor into the picture.

Of course, this was also a risk. After all, she had to at least hold off the emperor. Ambrina was quite confident, but she really didn't expect that the emperor, who was not good at fighting, would almost knock her unconscious and prevent her from casting any magic.

"Heh, so this is your battle plan?" The emperor had already guessed it, but he sneered and asked, "Will it work? With this kind of restriction, I can still crush you despite the negative effects."

“You think I can only bring one person in? You’re wrong. I can bring in people from very, very far away,” Ambrina said.

The next moment, Ronan appeared in the "restaurant".

This was a tactic the two of them had come up with many, many years ago, but they had never used it before; the emperor was the first to use it.

Ronan looked at Emperor Antoine and greeted him warmly, "It's been a long time, Your Majesty. You look so handsome." The last time they met in person was when they were treasure hunting in Egypt.

Upon seeing Ronan, the Emperor knew that there was no way he could make a move. In fact, given Ronan's fighting prowess, it wouldn't be impossible for him to kill him while enduring the negative effects.

"What, you want to kill me?" the emperor retorted, having unknowingly reverted to human form.

“How could that be? I just hope you will surrender,” Ronan replied.

"Why should I surrender?" the emperor retorted.

Ambrina coughed up blood, recovered slightly, sat down in a chair, and said, "I know some things, but your people don't know your current situation. The battle between the two sides' mages is at a stalemate. In the chaos, your people will definitely be at a disadvantage. On the other hand, in the battle between the ordinary soldiers, it's only a matter of time before your people are defeated."

"Your army has been defeated, what else can you do but surrender?"

The emperor fell silent. He did not want to surrender, but he knew that what Ambrina said was true.

It's likely that outside, the people of the Kingdom of Phos are shouting that their king's magic has successfully eliminated him, the emperor, while the empire is completely unaware of the situation. Even if someone steps forward to boost morale, it cannot suppress the panic in everyone's hearts.

He lost, defeated by the woman he had always looked down upon.

A dejected Antoro looked at Ronan and asked, "Is this the plan you devised for her?"

“No, that’s not it,” Ronan denied. “I’m not good at military strategy, you know that. Besides, what man would let his wife take such a risk?” To be honest, Ronan was also startled when he came in; he had never imagined such a situation.

Ambrina chuckled and nodded to Ronan.

Seeing Ambrina's blissful, feminine demeanor, Antoro clenched his fists, his anger burning fiercely. How could he possibly be defeated by such a woman?

"I will not surrender," Emperor Antoro said firmly.

“After Anli’s magic is dispelled, those who come in will return to their original positions. If you don’t surrender, I will break your arms and legs, and then she will dispel the magic, and you will fall to the ground like a dead dog. When your people see you like this, what difference will it make whether you surrender or not? Have some dignity for yourself, Your Majesty.”

The word "Your Majesty" sounded incredibly ironic to Antoro at that moment, and he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

"No surrender!" With that resounding cry, the emperor forcefully used magic to launch a final charge.

Chapter 615 I Can Only Lose to You, the Boy of the Old Era, Ultimately Defeated

Three minutes later, Ronan stood there, his left hand holding a sword on his shoulder, his right hand pointing the sword at Emperor Antoro in front of him.

Antoro knelt on one knee, his hair disheveled, his once golden hair now showing some silver-gray. His face, which had looked like he was only in his thirties, suddenly looked much older, with wrinkles on his forehead and around his eyes. Most noticeably, his eyes had lost their former sharpness.

It wasn't just a fleeting feeling; in an instant, he truly aged, becoming what an ordinary person his age would look like.

"In the end, I've lost to you, Ronan."

"I, born into the most illustrious family, am defeated by you, who are practically of commoner origin."

"The era of nobility is over. In the end, people cannot fight against the times, not even emperors."

"To restore that long-lost empire is nothing but the vain dream of an ignorant youth. When the dream ends, the youth will have grown old."

"However, one day, you will also be a character in someone else's illusory dream. The continent may be vast, but there is no place to put the crown."

"Right?"

Antoro asked finally.

In a daze, Ronan sensed that the man in front of him insisted on not surrendering, on engaging in this meaningless battle at the end, only to end up injured and kneeling on the ground in a pathetic state, because he would rather—no, he should say only—lose to Ronan, to one of the commoners he had always looked down upon, than lose to Ambrina, to Ambrina who was actually a branch heir of his family.

He, the emperor, even in defeat, was destined to be the man who brought an end to the old era; no one else was worthy.

On the grand stage of history, it is more common for a noble emperor to be defeated by a commoner than by another king.

Only in this way can he take his final bow; only in this way will he be willing to leave the stage.

What made him surrender was the times.

At this moment, Ambrina walked over and said, "Even if you don't become emperor, you can still be a grand duke. Why are you acting like you've given up and are giving your last words? Although you're an old man, you can still live for several more decades. Pass the position to your son and give him a hand. If he doesn't like it, just retire and live a leisurely life. Wouldn't that be better?"

The emperor struggled to his feet, looked at Ambrina, and after a moment of silence, let out a cold laugh, "She's just a woman after all, she doesn't understand anything."

“You’ve been defeated by a woman,” Ambrina retorted.

“I don’t understand, I just don’t understand.” Antoro shook his head, full of disdain.

“You’ve been defeated by a woman,” Ambrina repeated.

“You…” Antoro seemed to choke.

“You’ve been defeated by a woman,” Ambrina repeated.

“Alright, Anri,” Ronan called out. “Undo the spell. The rest is up to you.”

Ambrina dispelled the spell, Ronan returned to the Catalan region thousands of miles away, and she and Antoro reappeared at the battlefield.

Ambrina managed to stand up from the ground, while the emperor, who had been in mid-air, plummeted to the ground.

Previously, after Ambrina and Antoro disappeared at the same time, the Kingdom of Fas reacted immediately. The leader of the mage corps and several generals who knew the truth declared that it was His Majesty the King's magic and that the dog emperor would be dealt with soon.

On the other side, the Empire's army was in chaos. No matter what the generals said, saying that the emperor would surely win, Ambrina was just clinging to life and could not maintain morale.

In just two minutes, the situation turned in favor of the Kingdom of Phos. The Empire could only slowly organize a defensive formation under the cover of a few high-ranking mages, paving the way for a subsequent retreat.

The battle suddenly changed its style, transforming from a bloody and brutal clash into a ranged exchange of fire, a process of mutual attrition.

Until Ambrina and Antoro reappeared on the battlefield.

"Your Majesty!" Both sides shouted to their monarchs almost simultaneously.

“I’m fine,” Ambrina responded first.

A group of people from the Kingdom of Phos, including Ambrina, went over and prepared to surround Emperor Antoro.

Ambrina raised her hand to stop her own people, saying, "No need."

Emperor Antoro barely managed to stand up, turned around and gestured to the crowd who were still some distance away, telling them not to rush over to protect him. Then he turned back to Ambrina and said, "I have lost, but I will not sign the surrender document with you here."

Ambrina pressed her left cheek, which was swollen with a large lump, with one hand. "Whatever."

Emperor Antolo turned back to his followers and said, "Retreat. We have been defeated."

Some people clenched their fists, trying their best to control their emotions; some couldn't control themselves and could only cover their faces with their hands; some couldn't accept it and could only shout "Your Majesty"; some had already accepted it and just sighed to the heavens; and many more were in a dazed, listless state, completely unaware of what was happening.

The emperor shouted at the top of his lungs, "I say, we have been defeated." He was so loud that he almost lost his balance and staggered. It was Ambrina who leaped forward and grabbed him to keep him from falling.

Antoro, however, shook off Ambrina's hand.

"You damn emperor, you really don't know what's good for you!" Ambrina cursed, and for a moment she even wanted to kick the bastard's ass so he would fall flat on his face, but even though she raised her foot, she couldn't bring herself to do it.

The emperor summoned his summoned creature, the red lion. He collapsed forward onto the lion, whose mane was like flames. The red lion carried the defeated emperor, step by step, slowly walking towards his own lines.

The golden rays of the setting sun shone on the emperor's back, turning his already graying, disheveled hair completely golden once again, as if pulling time back to the past and allowing people to see the blond boy who dreamed of restoring the glory of the empire.

At that moment, Count Alan approached from the side and behind. "Your Majesty, shall we give chase?"

“No need, let them go,” Ambrina said. “Of course, they should leave behind everything they stole.”

"Then, the other two lines?" Count Alan asked again.

“Keep fighting until news of their surrender gets through before stopping,” Ambrina decided. “Those lords and magicians need to be kept to go back and overthrow that dog emperor.”

Count Alan smiled. "Your Majesty, to be frank, this is not like you."

Ambrina was born into nobility and was a princess, but she had none of the aristocratic spirit, let alone the naivety of a princess.

“You know it’s unnecessary, yet you still say it.” Ambrina said, turning back to glare at Count Alan. “You old men are just so boring. You handle the rest of the matters; I need to find a place to rest. By the way, is my face really swollen?”

Count Alan smiled. "Your Majesty remains the most beautiful woman in the kingdom."

"Old man, you fight like a tortoise, all you do is flatter. Get lost," Ambrina cursed, and left.

The war between the Kingdom of Phos and the Empire, though not yet completely over, is now considered to be concluded. What remains is Ambrina leading her victorious army to drive out the bandits of the Netherlands, and Ronan bringing freedom to the people of Catalonia.

Chapter 616 Going all the way, right and wrong, what is the subtext?

Most of the soldiers and mages of the Kingdom of Phos did not know how their king had won. All they could see was that Ambrina's armor was covered in battle scars, she was covered in dust, her hair was disheveled, her left cheek was swollen, and she was unsteady on her feet.

All they knew was that Ambrina had led from the front and won, so her somewhat disheveled appearance was not a sign of weakness, but a symbol of bravery and fearlessness.

If the enemy were still present and the battle were not yet completely over, they would surely have removed their hats and bowed in respect, rather than merely watching His Majesty the King depart with a respectful gaze.

Two days later, the emperor left with his remaining troops, and the lords on the other two fronts, led by the magician, also surrendered and retreated.

Of course, people can leave, but all the looted valuables, supplies, and their own firearms, armor, and cannons must be left behind.

Ambrina led her army to deal with the Dutch and relieve her son's siege.

In just one day, the Dutch army was defeated.

Complete victory was achieved on the northern and eastern fronts. Ambrina's first order was to hang all those who responded to the Empire in the Rhineland and those who responded to the Netherlands in Belgium, along with their families and relatives, on crosses. They were not given food or water and were left to starve to death. After they died, they were left hanging until the winter wind dried them into dried meat.

The second order was to organize people to return all the property and promised that all the money obtained from the sale of other captured materials, weapons and equipment would be invested in the construction of the Rhine region.

Immediately afterwards, Ambrina summoned her staff and the generals for a meeting.

“Count Alan has made great contributions this time, and I would like to bestow upon him the title of Duke. What do you all think?” Ambrina asked in front of everyone.

The group of advisors and generals were stunned. They shouldn't be discussing matters like bestowing titles with the Prime Minister. In the Kingdom of Fas, the military and government were separate entities, and such matters should be discussed with the Prime Minister.